holiday event

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Bah RUMPAH Pum Pum

It's the end of the year, and Fagsona's throwing a grand, gay ol' holiday party! And boy, are they overdoing it. There's mistletoe everywhere, the spontaneous urge to break into carols, spiked eggnog, presents for everyone under a huge tree, and even someone in the corner over there dressed up like Santa, ready (even if unwilling) for anyone to come sit on their lap and spill out their deepest heart's desires! (Poor bugger, whoever that muse is.)

And believe me, with all that decoration and alcohol, you're definitely gonna spill.

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The pricking feeling of the needle registered a moment late, where he raised an eyebrow down at his elbow before giving a well-surprised yelp.

"Ah! W-what did you do?!"

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"Sedate you."

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"You... you wha-"

Alas, Bentley's fate was already sealed, and with a few beeps of his arm, he proceeded to stumble as his vision blurred. Poor Calibri, being the nearest solid thing - he was the first thing the doctor grabbed, firm by the shoulders, until he completely fell limp and collapsed on the floor.

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Luckily, Calibri anticipated that, holding out his hands to catch the doctor, and although he had some difficulty adjusting the other man's weight (flesh, bone, metal and all) to a manageable position, he did eventually succeed in propping the doctor up against one of the walls in a surreptitious corner, a little slumped, but at least upright. To anyone else, he would have looked like yet another peacefully sleeping holiday drunk.

Taking a step back, Calibri pocketed the evidence and allowed his sleeves to cover his hands once again. Well, he should have tried that earlier, he thought, making a mental note not to ever allow a person to even breathe the word 'alcohol' near Bentley again - at least while he was in the area.